Chapter 98: Chaoter 98
The third prince, no longer hiding behind his usual composed facade, let out a slow breath. His lips curled into something between a sneer and a smirk. "Since you’ve all forced my hand..."
The third prince’s lips twisted into a grimace as he raised his hand, his fingers curling like the claws of a beast. His voice, once smooth and practiced in the art of deception, now rang raw with desperation and fury. The air around him grew heavy, thick with an unnatural stillness, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
"Zarnath thara dranath mor’kael thalun! Vaelen aeltherin, luthar zhal!"
"Shadows entwine, destruction be bound! Eternal magic, unleash the abyss!"
The words slithered through the hall, unnatural and discordant, twisting the air itself. The moment the last syllable left his tongue, the spell ignited.
A sharp crack split through the silence as the marble beneath his feet blackened, spiderweb fractures spreading outward. The eerie glow of dark magic seeped from the cracks, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Then, something answered.
The darkness clawed its way into reality. A vortex of writhing void energy erupted from the ground, swirling violently before splitting open. From within, grotesque figures emerged twisted things of nightmares, their bodies shifting, incomplete yet terrifyingly whole.
The third prince exhaled, his expression unreadable. His gamble had been made. Now, the beasts would decide if he won.
A sharp clatter echoed through the hall as he dropped a small, obsidian-colored talisman onto the marble floor. The moment it shattered, the room shuddered.
Dark tendrils burst from the cracks, writhing and expanding unnaturally, filling the space with an ominous energy that sent a pulse of dread through everyone present. The once orderly court descended into chaos as the tendrils thickened, splitting open like the hatching of a cocoon revealing creatures that had no place in the mortal world.